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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.

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I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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Breathe Count Love Myself Surrender
Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
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Myself See Wall
I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.
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Bone Heart Broken Myself Reason Tired Yourself
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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Around Death Different Feeling Hurt Myself Travel Way World
No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Change Goodbye Stay
$Odd Ken Quote - Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.$

Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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Bone Hard Time Heart Heart Broken heavy Pain Philosophy Wisdom
I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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Country Feeling Forest Place Time Yourself
I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
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Break Up Cry Feeling Growth Myself Skin Thinking
Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.
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Death Equality Feeling Job Love Man Side Taste
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Absence Burn Kill Myself Soul Yourself
I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
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Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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Choice Death Herself Missing Myself
To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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Blood Death Hands Healing Learning Wisdom Yourself
I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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Goodness Herself Love Lying Myself Quite Talk
These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Death Deep Edge Enough Hurt Myself
I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
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Burn Confusion Love Myself Possible Thinking Wrong
When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
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I Love You Myself Naked Surface True Water
There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
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Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name
What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
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Fire Lose Love Need Philosophy
And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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Bone Cold Feeling Herself Myself Winter
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself
Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
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Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
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Battle Burn Healing Ink
Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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Cold Herself Name Night

Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.

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